A connection to some sort of feverish source of substance
in keeping with the laws of attraction, of physics, of chemistry, of self.
A thought or dance to that which is fiction but balanced in the baseline of reality.
Who’s to say what, who, where was once real, if we didn’t see it, especially if we did?
Our strength of self- surely this knowledge that “I am” that “I know” doesn’t just reshuffle back into the fray. What kind of place do we hold, what kind of space can we have, after all?